I was raised on a roman road,You could argue that a film we sawWhere the plane was a child to theRich above her cuts away her soulSee where the falcons fly, with theLow flying jets with the heads held highLooking at the valley below,All the cars and the trucks they just go go go

Roman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to RomeRoman road, it's a line to the past and a road to RomeRoman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to RomeRoman road, all the cars and the trucks they just go go go

You could talk to the molten gold,So I could tell they'll be understoodThat the universe is flat and trees are made of woodStaring at the nebula,I plant my root to a distant fruitFlying my caterpry [?]To stop those fuckers flying by

Roman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to RomeRoman road, it's a line to the past and a road to RomeRoman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to RomeRoman road, it's a line to the past they just go go go

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Roman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to RomeRoman road, it's a line to the past they just go go goRoman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to RomeRoman road, all the cars and the trucks they just go go go